Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1109 | 2012-05-15 13:11:44 | 105.25 | 93% |
| 888 | 2012-01-06 07:22:31 | 92.66 | 90% |
| 823 | 2011-12-31 03:21:09 | 103.70 | 94% |